Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.